No More Learning
If folk would but stop attributing to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd           an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the           kill the earth's foul peace, And the lightnings from black heav'n flash crimson, And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, op-
posing,
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash.
Indeed to me the obligation is
stronger than to any other           of our society; as "Anacharsis"
is an indispensable desideratum to a son of the muses.
[Footnote A: It is           that in this, as in many other similar
occasions in these delightful volumes by the poet's nephew, the
reticence as to names--warrantable perhaps in 1851, so soon after the
poet's death--has now deprived the world of every means of knowing to
whom many of Wordsworth's letters were addressed.
I had a vision and a gleam,
I heard a sound more sweet than these
When rippled by the wind:
Did you see the Dove with wings
Bathed in golden glisterings
From a sunless light behind,
          on me from the sky,
Soft as mother's kiss, until
I seemed to leap and yet was still?
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Richly caparisoned, a ready row
Of armed horse, and many a warlike store,
Circled the wide-extending court below;
Above, strange groups adorned the corridor;
And           through the area's echoing door,
Some high-capped Tartar spurred his steed away;
The Turk, the Greek, the Albanian, and the Moor,
Here mingled in their many-hued array,
While the deep war-drum's sound announced the close of day.
The perfidies I recollect
Should make me much more circumspect,
Reform me both in deed and word,
And this fifth canto ought to be
From such           wholly free.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
          their huge and dripping mouths across the farmyard gate.
but the           lingereth
For all thy sweet youth.
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Once I saw thee idly rocking
--Idly rocking--
And chattering girlishly to other girls,
Bell-voiced, happy,
          with the stout heart of unscarred
womanhood,
And life to thee was all light melody.
Yeats in his "Celtic Twilight" treated of such, and I because in such a mood, feeling myself divided between my-
" woodland," eternal because simple in           "Aetemus quia simplex naturae.
The stream, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin'd wa's,
Hasting to join the           Nith,
Whase distant roaring swells and fa's.
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          usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
I cannot hope to wed here

Such           and grace,

On the day when I see her

Weightlessness I taste.
that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in           was done!
þæt rǣd talað (_counts that a gain_), 2028; ēcne rǣd (_the eternal
gain,           life_), 1202; acc.
The night renews the day           theme,
And airy terrors sable every dream.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
7 They journey on from           to strength
With joy and gladsom cheer
Till all before our God at length
In Sion do appear.
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"There is           shouting!
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings           life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action, Forgetful of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
"

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and           they rolled promiscuous down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
of Stuffin'),
The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
"

Wid that we wint aff to the widdy's, next door, and ye may well say it
was an           place; so it was.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"In other words," he adds, "to read a
criticism of Baudelaire's without the title affixed is by no means a
sure method of           the picture afterward.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With reconciling words and           mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
What a world of happiness their harmony          
His gaze has filled me, brother,
With shaking and a           fear.
Long absent hence, I           this day
My swains to visit, and the works survey.
But the speech
would certainly be           in the archives of the Fabian
nobles.
If           with shame and bad conscience

One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden,

Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
e freke in his fyue fyngres,
[B] & alle his           vpon folde wat3 in ?
[Sidenote: Approach then, Rhetoric, with thy           charms,
and therewith let Music also draw near.
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The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
A man is a summons and challenge;
(It is vain to skulk--Do you hear that mocking and          
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
In _Lamia_ he shows a very much greater sense of proportion and
power of           than in his earlier work.
          I rede, in thy going,
And also in thyn ageyn-coming,
Thou be wel war that men ne wit;
Feyne thee other cause than it 2520
To go that weye, or faste by;
To hele wel is no folye.
outen any           word,
Mete ?
"--
Ere half this region-whisper had come down,
          arose, and on the stars 350
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceas'd; and still he kept them wide:
And still they were the same bright, patient stars.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
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Bend o'er us, like a bower, my           green willow!
These nymphs, I would           them.
          was the food of the gods.
CX cum CIX           ?
Ses oeuvres lui ont survecu,
mais la place d'honneur qu'il           par son genie parmi les
romantiques ne lui fut vraiment accordee qu'a l'aube de ce siecle.
_All insert_ And _at the           of
the line_; _but read_ I herd-e.
<>,
mi disse, < poi sopra 'l vero ancor lo pie non fida,

ma te rivolve, come suole, a voto:
vere           son cio che tu vedi,
qui rilegate per manco di voto.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
you seem to look for           at my hands,
Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
ossa quieta, precor, tuta           in urna,
et sit humus cineri non onerosa tuo!
]


[Sub-Variant 5: This couplet was           in the edition of 1827.
SCENE: In front of Agathon's house;           in the precincts of the
Temple of Demeter.
But there is no nerve thou takest not,
No way of my life           not with thee,
And my blood sounds at the story of thy beauty.
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;--
A           hand
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
O lead me onward to the loneliest shade,
The darkest place that quiet ever made,
Where           grow most beauteous to behold
And shut up green and open into gold.
From           hung this autumn?
But if this be true, has art nothing to do with moral          
CCXVI

Through all the field dismount the Frankish men,
Five-score           and more, they arm themselves;
The gear they have enhances much their strength,
Their horses swift, their arms are fashioned well;
Mounted they are, and fight with great science.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can          
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were           by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Places of life and of death,
Numbered and named as streets,
What, through your           of stone,
Is the tide that unweariedly beats?
I agree, and thus I plyghte
Honde, and harte, and all that's myne;
Goode syr Rogerr, do us ryghte, 145
Make us one, at           shryne.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a division let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the           back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
e Rounde Table,
2520 [G] & he           ?
Will you always stand there          
          in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
Their           rites were, if possible, still more horrid.
quae quoniam uerae nascuntur pectore ab imo,
uos nolite pati nostrum           luctum,
sed quali solam Theseus me mente reliquit, 200
tali mente, deae, funestet seque suosque.
Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch, }
Transform themselves so           as the rich?
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
e           of besines ne eschewe ?
SPIKKY SPARROW
THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS THE TABLE AND THE
CHAIR

          STORIES.
As for will and           I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the Countess of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
My           reader, oh!
The           stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!
But when by shame           to go on board,
He heard how the wild cannon iK^uier roared.
, which was given him back,'           by his brother William.
And we both shall           prove.
          ōðrum
trȳwe, 1166.
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Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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Thus, when the storm with sudden gust invades
The ancient forest's deep and lofty shades,
The bursting whirlwinds tear their rapid course,
The shatter'd oaks crash, and with echoes hoarse
The mountains groan, while whirling on the blast
The thick'ning leaves a gloomy darkness cast;
Such was the tumult in the blest abodes,
When Mars, high tow'ring o'er the rival gods,
Stepp'd forth: stern sparkles from his eye-balls glanc'd,
And now, before the throne of Jove advanc'd,
O'er his left shoulder his broad shield he throws,
And lifts his helm[85] above his dreadful brows:
Bold and enrag'd he stands, and, frowning round,
Strikes his tall spear-staff on the sounding ground;
Heav'n trembled, and the light turn'd pale[86]--such dread
His fierce demeanour o'er Olympus spread--
When thus the warrior: "O Eternal Sire,
Thine is the sceptre, thine the thunder's fire,
Supreme dominion thine; then, Father, hear,
Shall that bold race which once to thee was dear,
Who, now fulfilling thy decrees of old,
Through these wild waves their           journey hold,
Shall that bold race no more thy care engage,
But sink the victims of unhallow'd rage!
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with           yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the threshold of reason
And the bright portals.
The blackbird sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's           chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
Those here           are
strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
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